Icarus

Left to rot on the steps of the cathedral.

Blood boiling in the morning

sun.

White silk stained by years of running.

Fingers cut and bruised by the dishonor of others.

A pound of flesh for Jesus,

weighed in mojo bags

by beggars and thieves.

The Egyptians believed the most

important thing you could do in

your life was die.

An eye for an eye.

A tooth for a tooth.

Akhenaten standing

righteous in a hollow tomb.

The real face of Moses

easily plundered

and disfigured by time.

The boy king deceived by high priests.

Sodomised and murdered by sick belief.

Nothing new under the sun.

Wisdom cannot be tested against ignorance and greed.

So the Towers fall one by one.

As I burn here praying on the steps of the cathedral.

To a God known by none.